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Fiction - Year IV - Number 26 - July 2019

    DAVID AND GOLIATH by Christopher Overfelt

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    DAVID AND GOLIATHby Christopher Overfelt Tangent ParallelFrancis sits in a coffee shop. It might be a coffee shop. It might be someone’s home. It is spacious. It sits in the corner of a building with...

    CUTTHROAT GAP by Larry Rose

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    CUTTHROAT GAPBy Larry Rose THE RANCHER CREAKED BACKWARDS on his porch  rocking chair.  His hand shook from age, perhaps, as he pointed out to the box valley in front of us. His face was drawn,...

    ELECTRICITY by David Rogers

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    ELECTRICITYby David Rogers The whole sky flashed, a searing electric blaze, fading to the blue-brown of the horizon. Lightning here did funny things to a man’s vision. The clouds were patchy, silver gray, like the...

    THAT GIRL, SHE SLEEPS IN THE CLOSET by Jessica Milam

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    THAT GIRL, SHE SLEEPS IN THE CLOSETby Jessica Milam Joanna tore open the eviction notice taped to the front door of their apartment, caught her breath, then promised Noah they’d be fine. He pretended to...

    THE PLEASURE OF SPRING AND OTHER STORIES by Leonard Klossner

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    THE PLEASURE OF SPRING AND OTHER STORIESby Leonard Klossner The Pleasure of Spring One wades through currents of prose like one knee-high in the shallows of a stream whose waters flow like whispers in the wind,...

    THE EULOGY by Christopher Cooper

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    THE EULOGYby Christopher Cooper  The day after I sold my novel was my father’s funeral. And while I should have been looking forward to promoting my book, all I could think about were the numerous...

    SOMEBODY’S GOING TO TAKE IT by Jon Sorensen

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    SOMEBODY’S GOING TO TAKE ITby Jon Sorensen The garage sale ends as it does every year, leaving behind the pine cone lamp, the broken towel rack and the mismatched barbeque tools that will be saved for...

    THE LAST LIVING INDIAN by Logan Giese

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    THE LAST LIVING INDIANby Logan Giese Tom Hartfield sat at his cubicle in one of many iridescent spiral towers scattered across Manhattan.  He felt satisfied with his morning work crunching the daily numbers and took...

    I LIVE IN THE CEMETERY by Faye Reddecliff

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    I LIVE IN THE CEMETERYby Faye Reddecliff Cemeteries are not scary at night.  At least the dead are not what’s scary.  They’re peaceful -- the vandals and drunks, now that’s something else.I know because I...

    BASIL THE GREEK by Mark Halpern

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    BASIL THE GREEKBy Mark Halpern I’d prepared meticulously – beyond any possible need – and waited at the little Starbucks tucked behind the escalator that carries dark-suited bankers and whatnot up from the station.  A...